Those wacky dreams. I don’t interpret them. I know better, but they are fun to examine. Like reviewing the plot line for a drama (or a comedy) to see if it worthy for further development. Here we go.
I was some sort of consultant and sent to a military base/complex in Korea. This Korea looked a lot like the ferry terminal in Victoria BC and the weather was a lot more like southern California. (Dreams don’t make sense, just go with flow). I’m sitting in a outdoor area at a picnic table outside the buildings where my meeting will occur. Around me is a group of people and they are the people I’m to conference with but they want three separate meetings because I’m there to fix or talk about three different things.
I sort them out. A group where is it’s a courtesy meet with political tones. They want to bitch about the home office (or the contract or whatever it is I’m doing here). Then I have to meet with a bunch of tech-heads who have been fighting between themselves about some details and I get to be the judge, probably related to the first group. And if I have time, since I know so much about some software unrelated to the contract and the real reason I’m here, could I help this one person with her problem. An unremarkable women, in the crowd but not part of the crowd. Out of place in this group but hoping for an audience. OK, whatever. If I have the time at the end of the day, I’ll help.
Of course meetings don’t happen that way. While we’re all sitting at the picnic tables in the shade, the bosses get called to another emergency, and the geek smack down is scheduled for an hour later and can’t be moved up. I sense they’d be willing recreated their grievances in the break area, right now but who want to start they day that way. I tell them to find something else to do for an hour and I’ll help the woman with the unrelated problem. This is not well received but they reluctantly leave.
Up to this point, this is almost exactly what happens in real life when the expert from the home office comes to visit (or take a beating for the home office team)
I ask the woman if she has an office we can go to and look at her computer. Actually the woman looks like Rebecca Meehan but you’d have to stay up really late watching CNBC to know the name. Mildly attractive but not so much you’d do something stupid. She leads me into the building through the crowded desks and cubicles to a blank wall. “In here”. Part of the wall is those long hanging strips of vinyl and she vanishes into them. I have to inch my way past a space heater (or an Ionic Breeze) and I’m a bathroom and a damn small bathroom. Just barely enough space for two to stand between the wall the bathtub.
She throws her arms around my neck. She says “Gawd I’m horny!”. I say, “you might have the wrong guy” and she says “Maybe, maybe not” and then somehow (the magic of dreams) we fall into the tub without breaking my head but I tore her necklace loose as I fell backwards. She was pissed about that, fun over. Little jewels came out of their settings and rattled around the tub. I’d find one and give it to her as she sat on top of me glaring. She’d find the place in the necklace if came from and glare at me more.
I woke up
There’s enough reality in there to be a real plot and I don’t mind filling it in a little further. If you’re a sci-fi writer you might spin a tale that the jewels control some time machine or gateway to another dimension and for some reason It’s my big problem now. It’s not an unknown story line. Hardly used ;^)
If I were a Romance writer, how would it proceed? It might have been her great grandmothers necklace, each jewel has the name of a family member. She’s always been told to keep it whole or there will be no inheritance. She’s so noble that together we unravel the mystery or the necklace and fortune That’s got to be a brand new story line, eh?
Or “What would Calle do?”. Well, she wouldn’t be in a bath tub with a woman straddling her. Would … not … happen… ever. Don’t even think about it. I think that story line has been used.
That does mean a new weave is impossible.